Battered Not Broken (12 page)

“Pop?” Max whined. A thirty-year-old man,
whining.

“You heard your mother,” one of their fathers
spoke. Gillian could hardly keep the brothers straight in her mind,
how would she differentiate their fathers? Then again, when had she
decided she would stay?
When I thought I’d died and lost my
chance. No chickening out now.

“Father…” Ronan pleaded. At least now she
knew what the references to Pop, Father and Dad were. It was how
the family differentiated between the different fathers. Good idea,
she’d have to remember that when she…

“Now, Ronan,” another father replied. They
all looked the same! Dammit! Midnight black hair, brown eyes, and
the cinnamon skin of their ancestors—and all three of them wore
large grins as the brothers tried to weasel their way into
staying.

“Will you boys stop?” Ethel’s smile belied
her stern tone. “I swear, you three are like newborn cubs, just
begging to play in the snow.” Shaking her head, she turned back
toward the bedroom door, accepting defeat. Before stepping over the
threshold, she turned back and issued a warning. “You let her
rest,
you hear? Your fathers and I are going into town to
deal with the sheriff and I imagine we’ll be bringing them back
with us. They’ll want to talk to her and the three of you, so relax
and rebuild your strength.”

Ethel left them, her husbands trailing
behind. For such large men, they seemed like meek puppy dogs in her
presence. The thought brought bubbling laughter to the surface and
she couldn’t contain it. Chuckling, shaking against the three men,
she laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Ronan growled, nipping her
ear.

“Your dads, I was thinking that they act like
little puppy dogs with your mom.”

“Puppy dogs? No, I think of them as acting
like newborn cubs following their momma.” Max weighed in, a twinkle
in his eye.

“Cubs? As in bears? What’s with all the bear
references in this family? Is it because you live on a mountain and
they’re all over the place?”

“Yeah, that’s it,” Conner answered, his mouth
hovering over her toes. She held her breath, hoping, praying he’d
taste her. For some reason, the desire to feel his mouth on her was
nearly overwhelming.

Gillian nudged her foot closer to him, an
involuntary action. Or was it? The cause didn’t seem to matter, as
the effect was Conner lowering his lips, opening his mouth and
snaking his tongue out to flick between her toes. A rapid beat
tapped out on the sensitive skin, like a hummingbird’s wings. Eyes
drifting close, she moaned as he slid his hands over her ankles and
calves, the calluses scratching and waking her skin.

The scent of hickory smoke and earthy musk
teased her nostrils, distracting her from Conner’s caresses.
Seeking out the source, she nuzzled Max’s groin, causing him to
moan.

“Shouldn’t, Gilly,” Max groaned, her teeth
found his cotton covered, hardened cock. “Really shouldn’t.”

“Want to,” she whispered against his groin,
exhaling her hot, moist breath against the aroused skin. With
trembling hands, she fumbled with the waistband of his shorts,
tugging at the elastic until Max relented and shucked the shorts
himself before settling on the bed again.

Mouth searching, her tongue flicked the newly
formed drop of pre-come from the tip of his shaft. Max’s essence
held a lighter, sweeter flavor than Conner’s and she wanted more.
Shutting out the other two men, she focused solely on Max. Propping
her body on one elbow, she leaned over his waist, sliding her mouth
up and down his shaft, sucking the ridged skin.

“Good. So good, Gilly,” Max praised her. And
like Conner, he rested one hand on the side of her face, stroking
his callused fingers over her skin, sending shivers through her
body. She needed more, needed to be touched everywhere.

As if reading her mind, sensing her desire,
Ronan’s hand slid from her hip to center over her hair-dusted
mound. Shifting, she opened her legs for him, sending up a silent
“thank you” that no one had bothered to redress her. Ronan’s
fingers sifted through her curls, delving between her lips and
finding her clit with unerring accuracy. He began slowly, circling
the tiny nub in time with her sucking of Max. If she increased her
pace, he did. If she slowed, he followed her lead.

Gillian’s pussy clenched and ached, leaking
juices, lubricating her body in preparation…for what? Neither man
had taken things further. She opened her eyes and sent a pleading
look to Max.

“Need more, Gilly?”

She whimpered around his cock, wrapping her
fingers around the base of his shaft, she prayed her understood her
need.

“Need to be fucked, Gilly?”

Eye fluttering close, she moaned around his
erection. He had understood and maybe she’d get what she needed.
She’d almost lost her chance with the three men surrounding her and
she wanted, needed to reconnect. Pussy weeping in anticipation, she
didn’t fight Ronan as he raised her leg, draping it over his
thigh.

When the tip of his cock probed her opening,
she arched her back inviting him in. Ronan slid the tip into her
heat, stretching her core with the tiny bit he’d given her. She
knew the men were long and thick, she hadn’t thought about what it
would feel like to make love to all three of them at the same time.
His girth stretched her wide, almost to the point of pain. He
gripped her hip tight as he slid more of his length into her cunt.
It rippled and clenched around him, she needed it all.

In one final thrust, he seated his cock fully
into her pussy, causing her to gasp around Max’s cock, pulling it
free of her mouth. “Fuck!”

Breath panting, she worked her hand along
Max’s shaft as Ronan remained motionless inside of her.

“So hot, so tight, Gilly,” Ronan gritted out
between clenched teeth.

Squeezing the cock in her hand, she enveloped
Max again, now used to Ronan’s invading cock and the way it
stretched and filled her so completely. Sliding up and down, she
felt the bed shift, but ignored it. With four bodies on a bed,
there was no telling…

A soft flicker. A butterfly's caress, wafted
over her clit, causing her eyes to burst open again and meet Max’s.
“Just Conner getting a taste, Gilly.”

Conner licked her pussy from where Ronan
thrust to her clit and back again. Gillian spread her legs further,
opening her body to Ronan and Conner, silently pleading with them
to love her. They obliged.

Conner’s tongue circled her clit, flicking
the aroused nubbin, pulling her orgasm closer with each lick.
Lazily, she continued to suck Max, but her mind remained focused on
what was being done to her body. Max didn’t seem to mind, his moans
assuring her that even an unfocused blow job was enjoyable.

Her arousal grew with each thrust of Ronan’s
cock into her pussy. Gillian’s walls clasped around him, tightening
with each deep thrust. Arching her back, she rocked her body with
him, alternatively pressing her hips closer to Conner’s mouth and
Ronan’s cock. More, she needed and craved more.

A callused hand stroked her breast, tweaking
one nipple. Max. She moaned her appreciation, earning her a gasp in
return. He liked her moans.

Ronan increased his pace, either sensing her
need or approaching his own release, she didn’t know. But she
reveled in the added sensations. His breath came in harsh pants,
fingers digging into her hip as he neared completion. God, her own
orgasm was close. So close.

Conner swirled his tongue around her nubbin
before wrapping his lips around the small bit of nerve-filled
flesh. He sucked the small protrusion, sending her screaming toward
release. The thrusting of Ronan’s cock combined with Conner’s
tongue and mouth sent her careening over the edge, coming in a
series of spasms. Her pussy tightened around Ronan’s cock, rippling
with each wave of her orgasm as it washed over her, presumably
triggering his own. He roared with his release, body tightening
behind her as a few jerked thrusts pronounced the bursts of his
seed from his body.

Max wasn’t far behind, as if their orgasms
triggered his own, his seed flowed from the tip of his cock and
down her throat. The musky sweet flavor burst on her taste buds as
she swallowed every bit of seed he gifted her with, relishing in
what she could draw from her men. But one of her men hadn’t found
his release, hadn’t gained any pleasure while pleasuring her.

Releasing Max’s now flaccid cock with a soft
plop, she licked the last evidence of his release from his skin
before focusing her gaze on Conner, still nestled between her
legs.

Max rose on shaky legs and snatched his
discarded shorts from the floor before settling on a nearby chair,
leaving the area near her head free.

“Conner?” Gillian tilted her head in
invitation. With Ronan’s cock still deeply embedded in her pussy,
she couldn’t exactly get up and crawl over to him. Besides, Ronan’s
cock was still half-hard within her. The feeling of being so
completely filled sent a newly blooming arousal humming through her
veins.

Conner didn’t answer, didn’t move, at first.
He rolled from the bed, stripping his body bare under her gaze,
before crawling to lie in front of her. She pressed forward,
skimming his chest with her breasts, shivering at the touch of his
steel cock against her stomach. His hand skimmed the skin of her
hip, following her leg until his fingers grasped her knee. Shifting
her leg to his desire, he dislodged Ronan’s cock, quickly, with one
large thrust, replacing it with his own.

He rolled to his back, pulling her with him
until she straddled his hips, his pulsing cock buried deep within
her heat. Gillian froze, now the center of attention, she didn’t
know how to act, what to do.

As if sensing her problem, Conner reassured
her. “Ride me, poppet. Let them watch you ride me.”

Conner’s hands slid along her thighs and he
gripped the globes of her ass, running his fingertips along her
crease. She rose, sliding up his cock, before sinking down again.
Conner moaned, his body arching toward her. She did it again; rose
and fell over him, smiling with each sound she pulled from him.

Continuously, she rode him, moving along his
erection, her arousal burning anew. Conner’s juice slicked fingers
teased her back entrance, rimming the tiny pucker, arousing her
further. She’d never taken anyone there, but with three men and one
woman… It would be inevitable. The thought brought her orgasm
closer, burning the edges of her consciousness as it ran rampant
through her body.

When he slid a finger into her anus, she
cried out. The sensations of the never-touched nerve endings firing
to life nearly burned her alive. She increased her tempo, chasing
her release and demanding Conner’s. Again, she’d come again with a
man buried deep within her pussy. Not just any man, one of her
men.

Whimpering, focusing on achieving her orgasm,
she didn’t notice her other two men had moved. They’d joined them
on the bed. Ronan teased her nipples, stroking her breasts,
fondling the aching orbs as she rode his brother.

Max slid his hand down Gillian’s abdomen,
resting above her mound. He applied additional pressure to her
mound, just above her clit so with each descent, additional zings
of pleasure shot through her body. These things combined pushed her
closer to completion, but it was their words, which brought her
closer to the edge.

Ronan’s husky growl echoed in her ears. “Fuck
him. Fuck him good and hard and come on his cock, Gillian. Come for
us, baby.”

She gasped, the words sinking through her
body as she rode Conner.

“Harder. Fuck that cock harder, Gilly. Come
all over his cock. Want to hear you scream with it,” Max whispered
in her ear.

Eyes closing, she concentrated on the hands
on her body, the cock within her heat. So close, so damn close.
She’d never come more than once during sex, but she wanted to this
time, needed to. Not just for herself, she wanted to gift her men,
give them what they desired.

Conner’s voice, strained and tight, pushed
her over the edge, throwing her headlong into her most powerful
orgasm yet. “Come on my cock. Want to feel you come around me,
poppet.”

“Fuck!” she screamed. As her pussy convulsed,
tremors traveled through her body as every nerve snapped to life at
once. The orgasm washed through her body in giant waves, her
muscles tensing and releasing with each new surge. The brothers
whispered words of approval, lost in the harsh pants.

Conner stiffened beneath her, his hips
surging toward her as he found his own release. Gripping him
beneath her, she held fast, wanting every drop of his seed to
remain locked within. As he relaxed into the bed, she did the same,
resting her weight on Conner and leaning against Ronan’s chest. Not
wanting to leave Max out of their moment, she slid her hand down
her abdomen and laced their fingers together.

The sounds of their breathing slowed, to soft
gasps as they each calmed, until silence reigned. Gillian was the
first to break it.

Pulling away from Ronan and releasing Max’s
hand, she braced her hands on Conner’s chest, preparing to rise
from his body.

“Shower. Now.”

Ronan saved her the trouble of a slow, aching
withdrawal; he scooped her into his arms and leapt from the bed,
laughing at her and Conner’s groans. “Yeah, yeah. Come on, lazy
bones, outta bed. I can’t believe you made our woman do all the
work.”

Laughing, she draped her arms around Ronan’s
neck, inhaling his musky scent. She wondered what he would taste
like. Would he have the same musky flavor with a hint of hickory or
would he be darker? Accepting that the men were three parts of one
whole, she knew they would all be similar, yet different and she
couldn’t wait to discern the differences between them.